Or so I thought. It was a cold night last night, and the day took a good long time to hit 40 degrees. I watched the hives closely. We lost one two weeks ago (the queen died late in the season) so I’ve found myself worrying about my girls. I walked to the hives this afternoon and took a peek under the hood. The hives were all quiet—no buzzing—and not a live bee in sight. Not good. I walked to the front to each of the hives and tapped on the landing board and cleared away the few dead bees that had been carried out of the hive. Back at the house I broke the bad news to my husband.
OMG--the bees are dead
OMG--the bees are dead
OMG--the bees are dead
Or so I thought. It was a cold night last night, and the day took a good long time to hit 40 degrees. I watched the hives closely. We lost one two weeks ago (the queen died late in the season) so I’ve found myself worrying about my girls. I walked to the hives this afternoon and took a peek under the hood. The hives were all quiet—no buzzing—and not a live bee in sight. Not good. I walked to the front to each of the hives and tapped on the landing board and cleared away the few dead bees that had been carried out of the hive. Back at the house I broke the bad news to my husband.